Styled Wedding Shoot in Vienna
Metamorphoses

Once again, she let the wind whisper poems in her red hair, while dreaming of wandering the world – just the two of them: the beauty and the horse – the maiden and her passion for discovery – the red flowers and the golden magic.

“Ah wretched me! I now begin too late
To find out all the long-perplex’d deceit;
It is my self I love, my self I see;

I kindle up the fires by which I burn,
And my own beauties from the well return.
Whom should I court? how utter my complaint?
Enjoyment but produces my restraint,
And too much plenty makes me die for want.
How gladly would I from my self remove!
And at a distance set the thing I love.”

(Ovid, Metamorphoses Book III, Narcissus)

“He then salutes her with a warm embrace;
And, e’re she half had told the morning chase,
With love enflam’d, and eager on his bliss,
Smother’d her words, and stop’d her with a kiss.”

(Ovid, Metamorphoses Book II, Calisto)

“…and searching through the Elysian fields, he found Eurydice
And took her in his arms with leaping heart.
There hand in hand they stroll, the two together;
Sometimes he follows as she walks in front,
Sometimes he goes ahead and gazes back –
No danger now – at his Eurydice.”

(Book XI, The Death of Orpheus, Ovid)